Life is a collection. From the time we come to our senses, every moment is some type of collection.
A collection of happy, sad moments. A collection of experiences, people, situations, places.
We literally, don’t or can’t bind or place it together, but it will always be there.
A collection is a group of something, we put together and take out when needed.
Remember, when we school friends, or old office colleagues meet and start discussing that one situation we experienced in those days, we take out those one by one from our life collection.
For me, I have a very big collection. Collection of memories.
Memories of my childhood, my school, my days at my native, holidays with cousins at maternal place. Then college days, the memories of my first love during school, which is pure and didn’t have any adulthood expectations.
My love with HER, the love lost, my struggle to build my career, those gaps in between, the situations where I almost lost to life, then starting again, my better half, my kid, my parents being with me at every instance through all this.
This collection of mine is never ending, and will go on till my last breath.
Thanks for this wonderful prompt. Loved it.


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